This morning I had coffee with a bro who I know from way back whose living on the streets atm.
He shared with me some of what he's dealing with and we discussed how he's going in his recovery. It's been rough, and my heart broke as he shared with me a familiar story.
He shared with me some of what he's dealing with and we discussed how he's going in his recovery. It's been rough, and my heart broke as he shared with me a familiar story.
A story of how a system which is intended to help him, creates hoop after hoop for him to jump through, expects so much of him, let gives him so little.
A story of struggle, of fighting to change his circumstances, only to be pulled down again by the shackles of poverty and addiction that seem someàhow designed to keep him in "his place".
He's been judged by professionals for "choosing" to live on the street when the options being given to him are dark, dank, and inhumane hostels that no human being should be living in.
Choice becomes a funny thing when your choice is between two equally unsafe and unhealthy options.
So we stood anchored to that place by the impossible reality of it all.
When you think of our street whānau please think of my bro.
So we stood anchored to that place by the impossible reality of it all.
When you think of our street whānau please think of my bro.
A courageous, determined, loving, caring young man who has been denied many of the basic human rights that you and I enjoy.
Tonight he will sleep on queen street.
Tomorrow he will work all day to hustle enough to get by.
It shouldn't be this way.
But it is.
#LoveIsTheWay
Tonight he will sleep on queen street.
Tomorrow he will work all day to hustle enough to get by.
It shouldn't be this way.
But it is.
#LoveIsTheWay
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